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An environment unsuitable for the living, abandoned and left to rot. But why? What happened here and why did nobody return...? Anya crosses her arms and shifts her gaze thoughtfully towards the boat. Haunted or controlled by magic. Maybe both. Time to find out. Looking once more at Ser Harod, 'Yes, I will ask Brother Andrell when the time is right.' Anya confidently walks over to the boat and climbs aboard muttering 'I wonder if it will burn'.
Anya subtly studies her surroundings looking for anything suspicious or untoward. . 'Sir Harod... where is everybody?' Anya slowly raises her hand and brushes a few loose strands of hair from her eyes. 'Thank You, but I am afraid that you will not have the pleasure of attempting this journey alone. There is a reason you were not trusted to lead.' Anya casually smiles before disembarking the mount cautiously.
Anya listens intently to Ser Harod slowly nodding in acknowledgement as he speaks. 'Thank You for your advice and for your preparations.' His distaste for me is evident. The sooner I can dispose of him the safer I will be. Anya looks over her chosen clothing ensuring that none of them show the emblem of the church. Satisfied she takes hold of the grey mares reins and follows a safe distance behind Ser Harod.
Anya descends the marble steps at an ambling pace. It will be such a delight when I set you both alight. Forcing a smile, 'Good Morning Ser Harod, it is such a pleasure to see you. I am glad to see that you are equipped for the journey ahead and have brought for me a wonderful horse. I assume that the grey mare is for me?' Anya briefly brushes her hand across her shoulder aiming to dislodge any creature. Gently stroking the mares mane, 'Is there any further news or should we begin our journey?'
“Make sure that you do… Or all this trust we are beginning to develop will swiftly be destroyed”. I will never suspect I am alone, especially now I am beginning to understand your capabilities. “Good, keep it that way.” Anya makes her way back into the building, then traverses the halls until she reaches her dorm. She waits until the time is right to make her way to the church to meet with Ser Harod.
Anya takes a slow deep breath in before responding, “…What is it that you can do to the mind?" Please stay out of mine…It seems you are looking for revenge… Maybe your presence will be beneficial. If not…I shall look forward to seeing a pixie burn. Anya stands with a slight grin, “Yes, lets combine our might.”
I wonder if all pixies have your charm… Anya sighs placing her head in her hands. Try and be positive. Anya raises her head slowly turning to the small creature, “I admit my knowledge of your kind is limited. What is it that you can do? Apart from the invisibility ability you seem to rely on. Please forgive me for asking but what happened to your arm?”
Trust? You think we will build a trustful relationship? Now that does make me smile. Weakness is what I will look for in you. Weakness that can be exploited at a later date. “Yes, maybe it will be beneficial for us to work together. We do have a common goal after all. I will look forward to earning your trust and learning more of your reasons.” Anya walks to towards a nearby bench and sits down with ease, “Although I do ask one thing of you before we join forces. I must know what and who you are.”
"Do I have a choice in this matter?" Anya looks over her shoulder ensuring once more that they are alone. "What circumstances must change to allow you to feel ready to tell such a story?" Anya steps forward in the creatures direction her voice becoming cold, "Do not worry little one...Ser Harod is already on my raider. Until you can give me more I feel you are bringing very little to this relationship that we are attempting to develop..."
Why do you have to have such a squeaky voice... With an exaggerated sigh, "Have you ever thought that maybe I am so serious because you are not seeing me in the right light?" Anya strains her eyes attempting to catch a glimpse of the creature through the mist. Flinching away from the tiny hand, "Why would one such as you wish to help me? What do you gain from this? Oh and please refrain from touching me again. It is most certainly not appreciated."
Anya jolts around looking for the source of the mysterious voice. It seems they may have the advantage. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her she walks slowly towards the fountain, preparing her mind, body and soul for the unexpected. “What is it that you want? And more so, what do you find so amusing?”
Anya sighs as she notices the words have disappeared. Is this a trap? Is there one out there who truly wishes to help me… or are they reaching for my demise. Do I put my trust in one who leaves a crumpled note? No I would be foolish to do such a thing but I will go to the garden to meet this mysterious sender, for maybe I can use them to my advantage. She tears the note into eight pieces before placing the remnants onto the desk. She takes a seat and starts to wade through the leather bound book closest to her, “mmmhm fire.”
Anya reluctantly returns each nod, her mind occupied elsewhere. She curiously looks down at the note before turning to check nobody is watching her. She shuts the door, turns the lock and walks over to the window to close the curtains slightly. Returning to the note Anya picks it up ensuring she opens it with care.
Hmmmm Witches and Wizards I may have to make acquaintances. But is it really worth the effort? Most likely not…I guess I shall settle for the less dramatic approach. I shall be expending my prayers onto other things…More important things…Like how to vanquish Ser Harod. Tightening her robe around her Anya stands brushing her hair from her eyes, “No there is nothing else. Thank You for your time and your insightful answers.” She curtseys briefly before taking her leave. She walks down the hall in the direction of her room.
You would not ask but you are not forbidding me from doing so…Ahhh how I love this place. Anya gives a single nod in response. "Lack of information only intrigues me more. I thoroughly look forward to the task at hand." She pauses momentarily, “There is one thing I wish to ask before I leave…Is it possible to show another our memories?.”
Anya listens inventively as Brother Andrell speaks, as he finishes she leans forward. “I do not care much for her as of yet but I will do as she wishes for the church. I appreciate you putting my name down and I will not fail you. I will discover the force and eliminate it swiftly. Thank You for your kind words." She Hesitates slightly before continuing, “What do we know of this force? And…What shall I do with Ser Harod? Am I to prevent his downfall or assist in its happening…”
She replies in an icy voice, “Forcing her is well within my abilities.” Anya smiles cruelly her gaze distant. Unleashing the wrath of fire once again would be my pleasure. But she said force…not kill…Although she did not say I could not harm…Ahhh the anticipation. I do hope she refuses. This is going to be very exciting. Anya’s smile becomes warm and gentle once again, her gaze fixating once more onto Lady Tiboros, “I understand, it was lovely meeting you. Do have a great day.” As Lady Tiboros leaves the room Anya turns her gaze to Brother Andrell.
Anya nods slowly in response, her mind deep in thought. Defiance is a beautiful thing...This sounds like a task with plentiful opportunities to express such a thing. Anya Clears her throat and leans forward, "What if she does not wish to return? Am I to force her?" Anya looks towards Ser Harod coldly, "And who is to take lead on this trip of ours?"
Anya looks around the room wide eyed at each individual. Unexpected...So very unexpected. As her eyes rest on Brother Andrell her unease seems to dissipate slightly. Whilst surveying her surroundings she slowly begins walking towards the indicated seat, "No apologies are necessary... Thank You for your consideration Brother but I do not require anything.” Anya takes her seat gracefully.
Anya looks to the door, her gaze momentarily fixated on the silver tree until the door is pushed open. She looks to Coll, "I shall not forget...enjoy the rest of your day." Taking a deep breath Anya enters, she glances once more to the silver tree as she passes it. This is most curious, I am quite certain I have not done anything wrong. |
